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Chapter 12: The Secret of the White Moonlight
The ice pack melted in my palm, turning into blood. The tip of the tweezers still clung to a fragment of Zhou Yi's combat uniform. The fibrous tissue in the medical tray suddenly twitched and contracted, glowing with the same fluorescent green as Mother's urn. The disinfecting light swept over the number on the tactical vest's bullet hole, casting a shadow of "003" on the ground that crawled like a centipede.
Su Nian's heel crunched over shards of glass, the chip dangling from her pearl necklace dripping water. "He asked me to bring this before he passed." A warm cup rested on the blood-stained nightstand, with an embryo report pressed against the bottom, swollen from the blood, and Zhou Yi's number bulged into a fetal shape in the amniotic fluid.
As I tore open her Lace Gloves, white mist sprayed out from the cuffs. "When Lin Yichen marked you," the obsidian in her earlobe pierced into my vision, "he used a synthetic pheromone cultivated in my glands." Ice water slid down the cup's wall, soaking into Zhou Yi's electrocardiogram paper, blurring the genetic chain from Mother's diary.
When the Surgical Scissors pierced through the silk shirt, the sound of shattered Petri dishes erupted from her suitcase. Three embryos floated in a pool of blood, their iris colors matching the blood that splattered into my eyes when Zhou Yi shielded me from gunfire. "He's just a product concocted in a Petri dish," Su Nian's nails scraped over the bite marks on my neck, the smell of disinfectant mingling with rust invading my nostrils, "just like that one inside you turned into a blood clot."
The electrodes of the Fetal Heart Monitor suddenly powered on, projecting a phantom of Lin Yichen's study onto the wall. The third layer of the safe slowly opened, revealing a test tube floating with Su Nian's glandular tissue slice at a 99% match rate. "What he wants is an obedient dog," she pressed the chip into my rotting glands, a sharp pain identical to when Zhou Yi last marked me, "you almost let him snap the leash."
The blood-stained breathing mask vibrated suddenly, and Zhou Yi's red mud-soled boots glowed under ultraviolet light. A map of the laboratory ruins from twenty years ago emerged from the scabbed blood, with coordinates directly aligned to Mother's fall. I crushed the sedative Su Nian handed me; glass shards embedded into my palm matched perfectly with Zhou Yi's ballistic trajectory across his chest.
"Do you know why your pheromones always have a rusty smell?" Su Nian's platinum hairpin pried open my collar, reflecting cold light off the Cryogenic Chamber number. "The nutrient solution for embryo 003 was mixed with stem cells extracted from your mother's spinal cord." The shape of her lipstick imprint on the Observation Window matched exactly with Lin Yichen's identification report tucked inside his suit pocket.
The electrocardiogram paper spontaneously ignited, ashes spelling out Mother's final Morse code at the vent. As I lunged for the flames, I knocked over the cold storage box; at that moment when three embryos rolled into the pool of blood, Zhou Yi's Tactical Dagger suddenly buzzed—holographic images sprang from its hilt showing him inserting a syringe into an infant's nape.
The pearl necklace tightened around my throat as shattered beads burst forth memories of memory-erasing surgeries. Just as I was about to suffocate, an alarm blared from the cold storage box; DNA from three embryos recombined in red light, forming my pregnancy check number from the day I miscarried.
"He loves you in pieces," Su Nian's canine teeth pierced through my rotting glands, suppressants carrying an iron-sweet scent of embryos. "Just like he loves watching me destroy defective products." As she crushed the last embryo, Lin Yichen's cufflink fell through my fingers, platinum etching glowing words in blood: "Final Product 003 has been recovered."
The chip exploded with electricity deep within my glands as maps of underground laboratories crawled along my veins. As I clawed at my flesh, Zhou Yi's ventilator tube dangled down from the vent; droplets of blood on its walls matched exactly with the rainfall on Mother's fall day.
"Clean it up." Lin Yichen's polished shoes crushed the torn embryo report beneath them, the chromosome map on the blood-stained pages twisting into a structure chart. He tore open his blood-soaked shirt, revealing bite marks on his collarbone seeping a pale golden liquid, reminiscent of cryogenic fluid.
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